The cave opens it's black mouth
And invites me with an unknown chant
A song of oblivion, from what I've have been
At a time before the emergence of rotten flesh
Black crystals upon the walls
Shining like the eyes of wolves
Reflecting the past and the future
Memories of terror and a passion
Lived lives and leaking wounds
The cave hides me inside
To pulling deeper into it's shadows
Towards the red temple where we met
Naked from illusion of profane
We encounter in front of your throne
Freely runs the rivers of tears
To rins out the humane weakness
Your essence of a black wolf
Becomes a part of the inner self
And grief turns into power
Now with the iris of howling beast
I drink from the grail of SamaeLilith
Which will set me free
In the cave of the dark dreams
Loreena McKennitt or Enya? Arkenstone or Gandalf? Karunesh or Aeoliah? Reiki or Spa? Enigma or ERA? Yanni or Suzanne Ciani? Insense or Pink Bubbles? Forest Tree hugging or holy waters bathing
Skelbiu atsisaukima musica lankanciams uzsienieciams.
Sunreturners! Have a happy sun return and longer days, shorter nights, Winter solstice. Your favorite new age disk picks or activities? Alan Parsons Project or Mike Oldfield? Vangelis or Jarre?
Su Ziemos Saulegriza! (Dienos ima ilgeti ir pro debesus prasisviecia sauluuce). Taip pat sveikinu patekus i Naujaji Amziu. New Age, sakysit as isprotejes. Bet as labai pakankamai ishshprotejes. Tad dziaukites nauju amziu ir jauskites kad viskas bus kitaip